"Hmph... It's about time to wrap things up. Once I settle Ye Feng properly, it'll be your doom. If I don't tend to his wounds soon, he might fall ill. I must hurry back."
Xie Yuyan glanced at the massive boulders at the foot of the mountain, giving them only a brief look before turning away. At the same time, she pulled out an object resembling the small tablet Su Yuxin had used earlier from her pocket.
As the screen lit up, Xie Yuyan focused intently on the operational status of her devices displayed on the tablet.
But when she opened the device section, she found that all of them showed a "signal blocked" notification. This unexpected development made her grip her dagger even tighter.
Ye Feng... still has a trick up his sleeve! So his earlier behavior was just an act to deceive me. From the very beginning, he’s been planning his escape...
No! I won’t let you get away! This time, no matter the cost, I won’t let you slip away! Ye Feng, if you refuse to behave, don’t blame me for taking drastic measures.
With that thought, Xie Yuyan smirked, though her smile carried an unsettling edge.
Darling... it seems keeping you in line won’t be easy. Well then, let’s see where you’re scurrying off to now~
She swiped the screen lightly, and the next interface appeared, displaying the same "signal blocked" message. Her delicate brows furrowed in frustration.
"Wha... What?! That’s impossible! This was my most covert method. Even Ye Feng himself didn’t know about its existence! So why is it still blocked? Does he have some kind of signal jammer? But why didn’t I sense it earlier?"
As confusion clouded her mind, Xie Yuyan suddenly recalled a scene she had witnessed at Li Mucheng’s estate—Ye Feng pulling an object out of thin air. That must mean this signal disruption is his doing. It seems Ye Feng still has countless secrets left to uncover~
With that realization, her initial unease subsided. If she caught Ye Feng once, she could do it again and again. But this time, she wouldn’t hold back. The next time she encountered him, she would go all out, tearing apart every last card he had left to play...
"Haah... haah..."
After a brief escape, Ye Feng finally reached a secluded spot. Considering his exhaustion and limited mobility, he could only rest briefly while checking his condition.
Perhaps because he couldn’t see his own wounds clearly, he couldn’t determine what had happened to his chest to leave it in such a state.
Just as he was at a loss, a new idea struck him.
Wait! Don’t I have a surveillance detector in my system? If I use that device, wouldn’t I be able to scan and identify what’s embedded in my chest?
With that thought, Ye Feng immediately put his plan into action. Since the electronic jammer’s duration was running out, he couldn’t afford to overthink things. To escape efficiently, he had to act fast.
Beep.
As Ye Feng summoned the surveillance detector in his mind, a peculiar visual appeared before him—a sonar-like scan, with rippling waves spreading outward like radar, mapping his surroundings.
When he directed his gaze toward his chest, a sharp alarm blared in his mind. A coin-sized object was lodged inside his chest wound, barely visible beneath the skin.
"This is..."
Ye Feng’s expression darkened as he studied the object. Without a doubt, this was some kind of tracker or monitoring device. The electric pulses he’d felt in his chest must have been caused by the jammer interfering with it. This explained why Xie Yuyan had always been one step ahead—the answer was obvious now.
"Xie Yuyan... you’ve really gone to great lengths, haven’t you?"
Ye Feng gritted his teeth, muttering under his breath. He hadn’t expected Xie Yuyan’s obsession to reach such a deranged level. But there was no time to dwell on it now. His top priority was removing the device before the jammer’s effect wore off.
But... he didn’t have the tools to extract it...
As he pondered, he decided to head downhill first and regroup. With Li Mucheng’s medical team, removing the device should be easy.
With that in mind, Ye Feng set off cautiously, making his way toward the foot of the mountain...
"Wh-what?! The path is blocked?!"
Staring at the boulders that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, Ye Feng froze. He hadn’t anticipated Xie Yuyan sealing off the mountain path. This also meant she must already know he’d escaped—otherwise, she would have captured him by now.
With no way down, where could he go? The jammer had less than ten minutes left. If he didn’t act fast, Xie Yuyan would catch him for sure.
What now? Is there any other way to remove this tracker?
His desperate gaze swept across the mountain’s surroundings until he remembered the method he’d used to cut the rope in the cave earlier. Then, he looked down at his chest and swallowed hard.
It seems... this is the only way...
Hmm~ Darling doesn’t seem to have gone far. The footprints are still fresh, so he probably doesn’t know about the blocked path yet. That means he’s likely... near the foot of the mountain.
Xie Yuyan followed the trail Ye Feng had left outside the cave, tracking him step by step. Based on her earlier inspection, the infrared detector she’d placed at the cave entrance was still intact, further confirming Ye Feng’s use of some kind of tool. A flicker of regret crossed her mind.
Damn it... Did I act too soon? If I’d uncovered all of Ye Feng’s secrets, today might have turned out differently...
No matter. There’s still time to catch him—as long as those two women are still struggling with the boulders.
With that thought, Xie Yuyan vanished in a flash, disappearing from sight in mere moments.
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